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i remember when i was me, and you were you, the days we furiously pulled away eachothers clothes, impatient to feel skin on skin and be one. Or when we would sit on the deck or the pourch and smoke together, getting high with you always felt great, we would go downstairs, and collapse on the couch. You always sat up on the second cushion from the left, i would lay with my head on your lap, together we woeuld listen to the metal channel on tv, cracking jokes and chosing names for our future kids. i told you that i would never let you name our boy sebastian, and i laughed, sadly enough you were serious. sometimes i would skip school to be with you, we would show up at your house around quarter after eight, after our cigarette stop. I would let myself in, and climb the stairs in search for you, once in awhile i would hear the shower running, so i would open the bathroom door, peel my clothes off and step in. we would kiss under the water. thats one of the times i realized how beautiful you were. other times you would come out to the car, and we would drive off; once to delaware to buy a carton of cigarettes, once to philly. i remember that day, we walked south street, and you bought me those red roses for 5.99 at the flower shop on the corner, they sat on my dresser in a tall glass vase for about two weeks, on my birthday you gave me two dozen roses to add to my collection. your always so careful with me...and one of those days, when we layed in the basement and watched tv, i realized i love you, and ill always love, thats just the way things are going to be.